a slab for the dying at sea

a slab for the dying at sea
voices like rain for the fish

there is no more going ahead
on shores where wet sand
finds pathetic lovers
with silly gesture of oblivion

mother father
and yes a son

mercury download is bitter
acidic rain pointing to samples
of more slabs for the dying
riding grey waves in haste

standing is he who is ready
foam solitude foam
there is no final stable sky
where any man might find
a reason

Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2016-04-24 at 16:13

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Kathy Lockhart The PoetBay support member heart!
Powerful images! Poetic speech often reaches ears of the deaf.

A realist at last. Said like it is.